This is from Southern Sound,
the first class of the record,
Beats Baby.
Yeah, man.
Do you remember back in old LA when everybody drove a Chevrolet.
Whatever happened to the boy next door?
The suntan crew cut all American male
Remember dancing in the high school hop-o?
The dress I grew with and the soda pop-o?
I didn't recognize the girl next door
The beat up sneakers and the ponytail
Beach baby,
beach baby,
give me your hand Give me something that I can remember
Just like before we could walk by the shore in the moonlight
Beach baby,
beach baby,
there on the sand From July to the end of September
When it was fun we'd be out in the sun every day
I never thought that it would end
And I was everybody's friend
Long hard days, blue sea haze,
jukebox plays But now it's fading away
We couldn't wait for graduation day,
oh no We'd zap the car and drove to San Jose,
oh That's where you told me that you'd wear
my ring I guess you don't remember anything